Jianling

After entering the top 460, after each battle, there will be some notes on the sign. Zhongxuan has experienced two battles and ranked [-]th. I have never seen him draw his sword, but I have only seen Shen Zhongxuan holding Meng Xing in his hand when he entered the court, and after exchanging polite greetings, he slapped him.

Finally, a note was added to Zhong Xuan's signature: "The inner strength is strong and unpredictable."

Meng Xing was so happy, he just shut Shen Chongxuan in the room and read the books. These books were all collected by the Song family, and this time they were brought to the knights who participated in the sword test meeting for study, so as to show everyone's demeanor.

On the third day, after Guangyuan, Zhongxuan will meet another son of everyone.

Cen Mu had been eager to collect gossip for this brother Shen Yuan who met by chance and hit it off right away. He firmly believed that the relationship between the two of them was not tainted with the world, and had nothing to do with fame and fortune. Going down the mountain to pursue Shi Lian, Cen Mu stood outside the door holding a note and read to him: "The number 42 drawn by brother Shen is a son of the direct line of the Song family. This time it is the Song family's home stadium. Be careful."

Zhong Xuan put the book down, their door was firmly locked by Meng Xing, but it did not prevent him from opening the window, so he pushed open the wooden window and looked at Cen Mu, Zhong Xuan looked at the man who was beaten up by Meng Xing and still did not forget his brotherhood Brother Cen couldn't help but feel amused: "Thank you Brother Cen for your help, Mr. Shen is very grateful. I don't know how the result of Brother Cen's battle is?"

Cen Mu rubbed the tip of his nose and sighed: "I just came to watch the excitement, I'm not good at fighting, I didn't make it to the top five hundred, I stopped at six hundred."

Shen Zhongxuan persuaded: "Six hundred is not bad, and Shen has only more than 400 now."

"Lingshi Mingding sword is the ninth one, so brother Shen must be no worse. Now he is so low-key and never draws his sword. Is it because he wants to save the pig to eat the tiger until the decisive battle?"

The smile on Shen Zhongxuan's face did not change, but he felt a little bitter in his heart.Meng Xing led him to the sword test meeting, but he hadn't given him a sword yet, and he always felt that he couldn't take advantage of ordinary swords.

"Brother Cen is really high-spirited. A Xing is strong in his talent, and Shen is inferior in his bones, so it's not worth mentioning."

Cen Mu suddenly felt that this guy's words were a bit mocking, and wanted to scold him, but he was afraid that Meng Xing would suddenly come back. Seeing Shen Zhongxuan's serious expression, it seemed that he really thought that his bones were really bad: "Brother Yu, just say more, Brother Shen is surrounded by someone with martial arts prowess like Master Ling, right?"

"Not all of them." Zhong Xuan thought for a while, "I also have a relationship with Mingzhou Feng Qiong, he is far inferior to Ah Xing."

Cen Mu: "..."

Cen Mu paused for a while, and said sincerely: "Brother Shen, Feng Qiong also entered the top [-] in the last sword test meeting."

Zhong Xuan hurriedly shut up and stopped talking, Cen Mu howled for a while, the way of heaven is inhumane, some people are born with gold and jade in their arms, but he only swallows the chaff all day long, how sad the world is.

After the screams were over, Cen Mu dutifully opened the note and said, "Even the Guangyuan Chan Master you won was in the top 900 last time, and you can beat him this time." Phase, stop at more than [-]."

"This time you're facing Song Chengqing, your luck is really bad, this time it's Song Zhubo who came to hold the line...Brother Shen, I wish you luck!"

Zhong Xuan asked, "What's so special about Song Chengqing?"

Cen Mu scratched his head, wanting to say that he couldn't understand the Song family's sword skills, but he felt a chill behind his back. Meng Xing's sneer sneered from far to near, like ghosts and ghosts: "Brother Cen is here again? Could it be because of his fancy?" Isn't my Yuan Yuan beautiful like a flower?"

Shen Zhongxuan didn't hesitate to kill the fellow Taoist and never die poor Taoist. After closing the window, he quickly sat back in his seat and continued to read, leaving Cen Mu facing the closed window and facing Meng Xing with his back, holding a note fluttering in the wind , tremblingly said: "Meng, Senior Meng, let me introduce Brother Shen to his next round of enemies."

"Oh?" Meng Xing leaned against the door and stood there leisurely, his smoke-cage-like eyes staring at it, "Go ahead, I'll listen to you, poor Taoist."

Cen Mu Rumeng unfolded the note with amnesty, and read aloud: "Song Chengqing, 17 years old, a direct descendant of the Song family, good at swords, learned the Song family's broken knife from Song Zhubo when he was young, and was ranked first in the last sword test meeting. The one hundred and third place, it is said that he has improved rapidly in the past three years, and there are rumors that he is aiming for the top fifty this time."

Meng Xing pointed to his forehead and cursed with a smile: "Stupid, but you have worked hard."

Cen Mu was flattered: "It's not hard work, it's good for Brother Shen."

Meng Xing: "Of course it's useless."

Cen Mu: "..."

In order not to be bruised by Meng Xing's sword, Cen Mu didn't dare to recite poems and raise his sleeves to question the world, the sun and the moon, so he had to run away in a desperate manner with his tail between his legs.

Seeing him walking away, Meng Xing took out the key from his pocket and slowly unlocked the door. Sure enough, he saw Zhong Xuanzheng pretending to be reading a book intently there, laughing and annoyed.Meng Xing took out a bag of small and exquisite pastries from his sleeve, which was fragrant and fragrant, Shen Xuan's stomach let out an honest groan, and when he looked up, he saw Meng Xing smiling at him with the pastry in his hand.

"Try it, I snatched it from Feng Lin for my master, Ruyi Cake."

Shen Zhongxuan twisted his eyebrows indistinctly, and then stretched them out very quickly: "Senior Feng?"

"I didn't look for him for my teacher, it was Shi Lian who went to look for him." Meng Xing turned and closed the door, the moonlight outside the room flowed into a river on his shirt, as if the east wind had blown down the debris of stars, drifting into his eyes Eyes filled with moonlight and a galaxy of stars, "Shi Lian's opponent today is Song Chengqing. After watching the battle as a teacher, I feel a little bit."

Shen Zhongxuan raised his eyes to look at him, but Meng Xing stopped talking, and said softly with a smile, "Are you acting like a spoiled child?"

Chong Xuan: "..."

Of course it is impossible to act like a baby. Shen Zhongxuan has never learned to act like a baby since he followed Meng Xing. Meng Xing stared at him for a long time, and he was sure that Shen Chongxuan would not be able to subdue him anymore, so he could only tap on the table in a low voice. Sitting down muttering, he couldn't calm down, so he had to pull Cen Mu out again and scolded: "Just play with that Cen, sooner or later you will be useless."

Shen Zhongxuan didn't say a word, just sat upright, Meng Xing had no choice but to get back to business: "Shi Lian and him fought on par, but from a poor perspective, Shi Lian probably won less than [-]%, and in the end it seemed that Shi Lian narrowly won , but Song Chengqing left in embarrassment after all, Shi Lian's clothes were neat and tidy, and after stepping down, he still had the energy to move to Feng Lin's room. .”

While talking, Meng Xing flipped the heavily clasped book from the table, and said, "Have you finished the first half of the book?"

"I'm watching it for the second time, and I still don't understand some things."

"You don't need to understand. The Song family's sword technique, the Cutting-off Sword, takes Taibai's meaning of 'drawing a knife to cut off the water and the water to flow again'. Those who have reached the pinnacle, such as Song Mingting and Song Chasing the Wave, should have really reached the state of cutting off the flow across the sea. Song Chengqing is naturally far behind." Meng Xing's eyelids are slightly closed. In fact, with his martial arts, he doesn't bother to study the opponent's strengths and weaknesses. There is no need to avoid sharp edges, and no need to specialize in weaknesses. When he reaches the top ten realm, he is full of harmony. The realm is stable, but it is changing rapidly during wartime. Whoever can take the first step is the winner. "This book is about the 'Xuanyuan Sword', which was repaired by the true ancestor of the Song family. The true meaning of the sword is exactly the same, but the moves have changed thousands of times. Your strengths in internal strength are true, but in the first two matches you relied on internal strength to win, as a teacher, I thought it was impossible."

He rolled his eyes and smiled half-smile: "After all, there are dozens of people in the world whose internal strength is better than yours."

"Then will you give me some pastries tomorrow?"

"Cheng Zijian is alive for a day, so you don't have to count on some crisps."

Shen Zhongxuan stopped talking, picked up the book and continued to study hard. Meng Xing knew that he was somewhat angry, but he certainly did not have the confidence to protect Shen Zhongxuan 100% from Cheng Zijian's subordinates, but he refused to confess. Putting the ruyi cake on the table, he went back to the couch to wipe his sword.

The two performed their own duties, so they didn't say any more, when Meng Xing finished wiping it, and when he raised his eyes and saw that the veil holding the Ruyi cake was empty, he knew that Shen Chongxuan was relieved.Before going to sleep, Meng Xing's sleepy eyes were hazy, but he still struggled to get up, and cut off the excess candle wick for Shen Chongxuan. He even used lightness kung fu, and his movements were silent, except for the light and shadow cast on the wall when the black hair hung down. Swaying, Shen Zhongxuan glanced at him quietly, only to see Meng Xing tugging at the quilt with his head closed, sleeping soundly with his eyes closed.

Song Chengqing admired Song Zhubo very much, so he was also dressed in black. Song Zhubo, who was holding the battle, seemed to have a good friendship with him. nod.

Everyone was shocked.

Mingxia Yufu is a supreme honor, which means that this famous Xia recognizes your martial arts.Meng Xing was the most impatient with this set of formalities. When Zhong Xuan looked back at him, Meng Xing raised his eyebrows: "Go straight."

"..." Shen Zhongxuan opened his mouth, but didn't say much.Meng Xing suddenly raised his finger between his eyebrows, and said with a helpless smile: "No luck, I believe in you as a teacher."

Shen Zhongxuan's eyes brightened.

Song Chengqing is a swordsman, so naturally there is no reason to face Shen Chongxuan again, not to mention Shen Zhongxuan's deep internal strength has become a consensus, Song Chengqing is not a fool, and he has no intention of treating this dark horse that suddenly appeared.

"Song Chengqing, the name of the sword is Liuyue. Please enlighten me." Song Chengqing cupped his fists and bowed, and Chong Xuan did not panic: "Chong Xuan, the name of the sword is Zhebi. Please enlighten me."

Such an introduction of weapons is already a great gift, which shows that both sides are willing to go all out and respect their opponents.

If it were Meng Xing, he would have given him a flirty, dismissive glance, and would have swung his sword straight away to stab.However, because he is Chong Xuan, he is willing to fulfill all the etiquette and accept Song Chengqing's kindness.

Most of the Song family's knives are fighting knives, but Song Mingyun used Modao back then, and Song Zhubo inherited his mantle, and also used Modao-Song Chengqing respected Song Zhubo, so Liuyue is also a Modao.

The moon is about one zhang two long, and the blade is nine feet long. The blade surface is like a mirror.

Song Chengqing only slashed the knife, and the internal energy in his body surged. After a few steps, Shen Shenxuan jumped up like a white crane.But Liuyue followed like a shadow like a bone attached to him, with heavy feet touching the face of the knife, and took a few steps, Fuyun's body moved to the extreme, and the light and shadow were only flowing around his body in an instant, Song Chengqing's wrist was heavy and the knife was turned upwards, the light of the knife was shining , also illuminated the stern eyebrows of the young man, and Shen Zhongxuan finally drew his sword.

The flowing moon is as fierce as a dragon, blowing wind in Song Chengqing's hands.

His saber intentions range from flourishing to fiery, and his saber styles range from simplicity to complexity.

The heavy Xuan dragged the branch and flipped his wrist, and the folded biscuit reached the edge of the upper moon, sparks splashed everywhere, the clear sound was fierce, the folded biscuit was already brittle, at this moment it was broken every inch, as if there was a fire.

"Song Chengqing is much stronger again... No wonder Hanshuisha will bless him."

Hearing Feng Henwan muttering, Meng Xing turned around and asked, "Who do you bet on?"

"If your apprentice uses some crisps, then he can be exhausted with internal strength. You are better off, don't allow people to use swords, don't teach people to get drunk, isn't it a sure thing to lose?"

Meng Xing sneered, looked at the dots of greenery on Zhebi branches, and said firmly: "Yuan Yuan will definitely win."

Before he could finish his sentence, there was an uproar of people around him, but seeing the situation on the stage changed abruptly, after Zhebi broke a little bit, Liu Yue didn't make any further progress.

Song Chengqing's wrists trembled slightly, and he felt as if he had slashed into the Qianren mountain, and it would be nearly half a point harder to attack.

With a heavy smile like Mingyang, he nodded slightly to Song Chengqing's slightly surprised face. Only at this point, his frosty and overturned white clothes unscrewed again. With a sudden release of force, Song Chengqing's stunned face was reflected on the bright blade.

Shen Zhongxuan's steps were light and calm, folded to fit the shape, Song Chengqing still wanted to follow, the blade turned over, and the cold river poured away, turbulent endlessly.But he saw Shen Zhongxuan turning around slowly in the air, his brocade boots were a little bit on the long pole supporting the lantern, and the folding of the birch was like a firefly knocking through the darkness in the long night, or like a small boat facing a raging tide, Lonely but courageous, he rises above the waves.

The branches of Zhebi are full of vitality and stretches endlessly, like the head of a young man who never lowered his head.

Song Chengqing still wanted to change the sword, but Zhong Xuan's sword intent was blazing, Zhebi was as agile as flying in his hands, and the sword and sword clashed with each other, clanging endlessly.

The smile on Shen Zhongxuan's face never changes, it is light and soft, respectful and humble.

Song Chengqing's face suddenly changed, and the Liuyue knife fell suddenly, as heavy as a thousand jun.

It was as if the sky and the earth were splitting apart, and the mountains and rivers were collapsing.

His sword is like a broken river, like a surging river, and the birch is like a real sword. The sword's light blooms in the dark and oppressive river, and it burns more and more.

He swung his sword heavily.

There is a lesson to learn from the spirit, the vegetation changes withered and prosperous, and the mountains and rivers come and go.

So the mountains and mountains are all at the edge of his sword, all spirits follow their orders, and the heaven and the earth press against each other.

The fourth form of Jianling, Wanren Mountain.

Zhebi stopped half an inch in front of Song Chengqing's throat, and the Liuyue knife fell to the ground.

"......you."

Shen Zhongxuan's eyes bent: "Acceptance."

"I didn't let you go." Song Chengqing's eyes were shining brightly, "You are so strong!"

Shen Zhongxuan looked thoughtfully at Meng Xing, who was smiling with his hands behind his back in the crowd, and said with a smile, "It's just a matter of luck."

Thank you for trusting me.

The author has something to say: two idiot milk dogs fighting:

Song Chengqing: I lost, it must be because I didn't work hard enough.

Yuan Yuan: I won, it must be Ah Xingnai who is accurate enough.